POISON KANDIE
(Stories)
Selfish Kisses
By: THIRTEENTWO
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When Ezra went to sleep on the couch, I didn't think anything of it. Ever since we moved into this new place it felt like we were always fighting. We used to have this promise: nobody goes to sleep until issues are resolved, but somewhere along the line we broke that promise. There was just so much going on. We finally had a place to live together, but it was in an extremely bad neighborhood. There were little differences. I suppose you could chalk most of our problems up to two people living together for the first time, but I'm not sure if that would be entirely it. I think it was mostly fear. Fear of what? I still don't know. The last night he went to the couch, we were fighting about keeping the door locked (I didn't come from an area where this was a top priority) at all times. I always locked it when I left, but sometimes while I was there I just didn't think about it. He didn't always lock the door when he was home, but he said he was afraid something might happen while he was gone. Ezra rarely finished his night on the couch when he started there. Usually he only took a nap and came to bed with me. We would apologize and go to sleep or talk about it some more and go to sleep. Things weren't really resolved that often, but we pretended. I didn't think anything of it when I woke up and saw him standing in the doorway. All I could really see was his shadow. I was going to say something, but before I could he moved from the light of the door and I felt the weight of his body on top of mine. He didn't say anything, he just kissed on me. It wasn't a good feeling. Not gentle or passionate like his usual kisses, they felt selfish. Mean. He grabbed and groped at me. I asked him to stop. Tried to push him off but I couldn't. I reached for the lamp, but he grabbed my hand and pinned it above my head. I started to cry. The lights came on and Ezra was by the door. The man on me wasn't him. In all my life, I have never been so happy and terrified at the same time before. I saw a gun but there was nothing I could do. There was a bloody knife on the night stand, but I couldn't get to it. He still had my arms pinned above my head. I struggled but the stranger was too strong. Ezra tackled him off of me. I dialed 911 and told them everything. Shots were fired and I screamed so loud into the phone I'm surprised they didn't hang up on me. But it was okay, because Ezra got up. There wasn't a drop of blood on him anywhere. His clothes didn't even look messed up from sleep or the struggle. And just like that, he was gone. I don't mean he left, I mean he literally disappeared right there in front of me. Gone. Just like that. Like he was a ghost. It never occured to me to wonder where the blood on the knife came from until later.
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